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Ryo Hayashi

"All life began in the ocean; there is nothing it hasn't seen"

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a character in “Starry Sky Academy”, as played by ℘ℓ∪tø



"Tнere ιѕ pleαѕυre ιɴ тнe pαтнleѕѕ woodѕ, тнere ιѕ rαpтυre ιɴ тнe loɴely ѕнore, тнere ιѕ ѕocιeтy wнere ɴoɴe ιɴтrυdeѕ, вy тнe deep ѕeα, αɴd мυѕιc ιɴ ιтѕ roαr; I love ɴoт Mαɴ тнe leѕѕ, вυт Nαтυre мore."

[ HIGHER LOVE | Vincent James McMorrow ]

Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ ( 00736A ) || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ ( 7BCDC9 )



      [Last; First]
      Hayashi Ryo
      HAYASHI - () meaning "Woods"
      RYO - () meaning "Cool, Refreshing"

      Ry | Yashi | Sea-brain | Dolphin

      AQUARIUS - (水瓶座 - ♒)
      "He Who Brings Forth Water. A clever imp who is inventive and stubborn. Blessed with the ability to speak to sea animals. He secretly attacked The Night Stalkers people to impress The Sea Maiden only to see she had given her own life."



      Eisaku Hinamori

      Bisexual | Biromantic

"Lιғe ιѕ lιғe’ѕ ɢreαтeѕт ɢιғт. Gυαrd тнe lιғe oғ αɴoтнer creαтυre αѕ yoυ woυld yoυr owɴ вecαυѕe ιт ιѕ yoυr owɴ. Oɴ lιғe’ѕ ѕcαle oғ vαlυeѕ, тнe ѕмαlleѕт ιѕ ɴo leѕѕ precιoυѕ тo тнe creαтυre wнo owɴѕ ιт тнαɴ тнe lαrɢeѕт."



      Relatively leviathan in mortal proportions, standing at six feet and two inches when measured correctly. Long limbs and a long avian neck curve in a parabolic arc, clean lines reminiscent of a dancer- his legs stretch longer than his torso, making up the majority of his height.

      There is little but lean muscles under his skin, no abundance of lipid cells or three dimensional veins. Modelesque symmetry and proportions, languid fingers and thin flesh and muscle over dense calcium-rich bones. Numerically, he is roughly 150 pounds. Soft, high cheekbones add a level of gentile to the boy's glacial appearance.

      Noir. Black as the abyss, creatures swimming soundlessly through ancient water never touched by sunlight. Hair so black that it appears a raven-feather purple on occasion. Mobile strands occasionally hang over his eyes, a stray wave of hair curls upwards and and cannot be flattened. His hair finishes along a razor-blade jawline and tapers out towards the nape of his neck.

      Eyes the colour of farthest oceans, the colour of celestial glaciers from planets unknown, wide and unwavering as the moon- almost luminescent in quality. A prism of hypnotic azure, framed by thick black eyelashes. Limbal ring coloured ultraviolet and contrasting against the lighter colour in harmonious dissonance.

      Complexion inspired by porcelain dolls, tinted pastel pink with health and sentience. Bones of carved ivory, skin smooth to the touch- warm like buds of cotton. Skin colourful- blue-tinged when cold, mint green when sickly, crimson cheeked when embarrassed, his appearance show his emotions more than anything.

"I ғelт тнe ғυll вreαdтн αɴd depтн oғ тнe oceαɴ αroυɴd тнe ѕpнere oғ тнe Eαrтн, вαcĸ вιllιoɴѕ oғ yeαrѕ тo тнe вeɢιɴɴιɴɢ oғ lιғe, αcroѕѕ αll тнe pαѕѕιɴɢ lιveѕ αɴd deαтнѕ, тнe eɴdleѕѕ wαveѕ oғ ѕwιммιɴɢ joy αɴd qυιeт loѕѕeѕ oғ eхqυιѕιтe creαтυreѕ wιтн ғιɴѕ αɴd ғroɴdѕ, тeɴтαcleѕ αɴd wιɴɢѕ, colorғυl αɴd тrαɴѕpαreɴт, тιɴy αɴd нυɢe, coмιɴɢ αɴd ɢoιɴɢ. Tнere ιѕ ɴoтнιɴɢ тнe oceαɴ нαѕ ɴoт ѕeeɴ."




      Chaotic Neutral ; ISTP ; Melancholic-Choleric

      --- (x) ; if he really, really likes you ---


      "People are always sayin' I've got to work on my anger issues. First of all, I do not have anger issues, second of all- fuck you!"


      Rough seas ;

      A walking oxymoron; Ryo approaches people assuming that they definitely, absolutely, positively do not like him in any way, shape or form. Personal conditioning from years of alienation and eventually carnage after his mother's suicide. He is not afraid to get detention or be expelled for punching your guts in, although it never happens 'cause he's "not an idiot", his words, not mine. He transmutes into waves that drown sailors and frighten children, into Kraken or some Primordial monster older than the earth itself, wrapping colossal tentacles and snapping bones as if they were twigs, of course, this is what he likes to think. Never a one to be calm, he is hyperactive and constantly on edge, the slightest disturbance causing a volcano soul to erupt and cover the room in asphyxiating ash.

      Stubborn as the tide as it persists on to the sand in an endless unbroken cycle, he does things his way or he refuses to do them. There is no in-between in a monochrome world, no shades of grey- simply black & white and good & evil and god & the devil. He pushes people to their breaking points with an inhuman quality of never deviating from a stand-point. He is a pain to work with on group projects. Ryo struggles with adaptability and with water-like skin he cannot face change. Change is bad, bad, bad and when things change it's when your mother or father or grandfather dies or you find out you are moving across the country.

      Calm oceans;

      He has always been one to be quietly kind, to quietly admire someone from afar. Some people may have memories of seeing fleeting glimpses of the Ryo that once was- quiet, intelligent, calm Ryo. Perhaps the slightest hint of a radiant smile through the corner of his mouth, perhaps they've seen him calmly answer a question about Marine Life in biology with expertise, perhaps they just see the goodness in others. Of course, he is a far-cry from what he once was, unrecognizable. His classmates love to tease him and he loves to cuss them out and they love it even more when there's a reaction, cries of teenage boys making their voices as high and sing-songy as possible to say "Ryo-Ryo! Ryo-kun! Darling, honeeyyy" are common in the vicinity of him.

      His one true weakness is selfless people- people who are kind to him when he has shown them nothing but fire and ultraviolence. He is fascinated by people like this- he treats them very differently to the rest of the world. They remind him of the girl on the first day of middle school, the girl who asked his name even after everyone was whispering about him, even after he cussed out a kid in front of the whole class- the girl who he couldn't even formulate the words of a reply to- the girl who he still remembers to this day. Perhaps, the 'calm ocean' Ryo is somewhere inside him. Just... perhaps.

      Ryo is extremely competive and he loves competition, but especially winning. He is obsessed with martial arts, and fighting. He likes cruises and exotic countries, because of their warm waters. He loves candy but especially chocolate, but only has them on occasion. Don't tell him I told you, but Ryo likes hugs- but if you try to hug him with no warning he'd probably punch you, because he values personal space

      Ryo, being Aquarius, really hates dry temperatures. This is because he gets dehydrated incredibly easily. He also hates bad-tempered people, because he usually clashes with them clashes with everyone, but whatever due to a similar personality. He refuses to eat tomatoes and meat with bones, especially fish. He is a sore loser and hates losing, as he is very competitive.



      Ryo has a talent for determination and perseverance. He isn't the most naturally skilled, but he works for what he has today. Because of this, he has mastered some martial arts. In addition, Ryo is fairly book-smart, in subjects like science or math. He is also a strong swimmer and diver. He can withstand deep water fairly well. Naturally, he is very imaginative, but not very practical. He tends to be ambitious but cynical.

      Because of his temper, Ryo loses his cool a little too often, and sometimes he lets his emotions get in the way. He tries to act cold and detached, but he has a fiery temper[b/]. Speaking of fire, he can't deal with [b]fire or hot, dry temperatures, he gets too weak to walk and ends up dehydrated and lying on the floor. Ryo cares too much and is drawn in by kind people. He is also easy to manipulate, when he is in this state. He tends to be quite blunt and rude, and he often has snaps of rage. He can be prone to clumsiness, and very pessimistic.

      Ryo's biggest fear is that he'll hurt someone he loves, or that he will never be loved, because of his anger issues. He also fears great pain and death to an extent. It may sound odd, considering he is a strong swimmer, but he fears drowning.


    What he will do when he is...


    Shouts ♒ Expletives ♒ Punch things ♒ Run off ♒ Ball his fists/grind his teeth ♒ Pick fights ♒ Say things without thinking/things he doesn't mean ♒ Lash out


    Avoid people ♒ Stays mute/Rarely speaks ♒ Appear pensive/in thought ♒ Listen to music ♒ Run off ♒ Go somewhere quiet/alone ♒ Sulk ♒ Gets sick easier ♒ Oversensitivity ♒ Tries really hard not to show emotions/cry


    Try not to smile/show emotions ♒ Has a little half-smile he tries to hide but can't ♒ Eyes "soften"/have a little sparkle in them ♒ Muscles relax ♒ More patient ♒ Lightness in the limbs


    Uncontrollable blushing ♒ Fluttering of the stomach ♒ Happier around them ♒ Tries really hard to control his temper around them ♒ Gets attached really easily ♒ Gets really nervous around them (wont show) ♒ May lash out occasionally/try to keep them away from him ♒ Gets scared that he will be rejected/hurt them. ♒ Secret gifts (^-^)

"Tнe ѕeα wαѕ тнe crαdle oғ prιмordιαl lιғe, ғroм wнιcн тнe rooтѕ oғ oυr owɴ eхιѕтeɴce ѕproυтed. Bιllιoɴѕ oғ yeαrѕ oғ evolυтιoɴαry developмeɴт вroυɢнт ғorтн αɴ eɴcнαɴтιɴɢ vαrιeтy oғ ғorмѕ, colorѕ, lιғeѕтyleѕ, αɴd pαттerɴѕ oғ вeнαvιor. "



        - The power to speak to marine life/also seagulls or birds of the sea
        - The power to survive underwater for longer than normally possible
        - The power to call upon/summon marine life/sea gulls or birds of the sea
        - Marine life/seagulls or birds of the sea are unusally magnetized to him
        - Can telekinetically communicate with marine life/sea gulls or birds of the sea
        - Can possess the body of Marine Life for a short amount of time/Can "see through their eyes" however this requires him to be unconscious or in deep REM-cycle
        - Can feel the emotions of aquatic life and bond with them as equals
        - Can create aquatic life/occasionally even extinct life (only happened once, he is not strong enough to do it again)


        - If he harms marine life/birds of the sea it will affect he himself twofold
        - If the animal he is possessing dies or is injured he himself will die or be injured
        - The things he creates CANNOT survive out of water (unless amphibian)
        - He needs water for the majority of his powers, without it he is mostly mortal
        - He is not the master of his powers; sometimes the animals or monsters disobey or turn against him. They have minds/personalities of their own


"Tнere'ѕ proвαвly мore нιѕтory ɴow preѕerved υɴderwαтer тнαɴ ιɴ αll тнe мυѕeυмѕ oғ тнe world coмвιɴed. Aɴd тнere'ѕ ɴo lαw ɢoverɴιɴɢ тнαт нιѕтory. Iт'ѕ ғιɴderѕ ĸeeperѕ."



          [size=90]Like Jacob Marley, mother was dead- dead to begin with. He remembers the day he watched her die in only the darkest of his thoughts, the way the sea air caressed his cheek like a long-lost relative, the sea-gulls chattering ("What is there to eat? Oh, a fish, a fish!"). He remembers speaking to all the creatures as they magnetized closer to his ankles- it was one of the last times he laughed. He remembers the way his bambi legs seemed to be pulled to each side as he staggered along the sand... and it transcends to his conscience as he remembers his mother speaking in that hushed tone she spoke it when she was sad.

          "Ryo, dear." She didn't look him in the eye, "Ryo, I love you very much. But I also don't."

          And he looked at her like she was insane; she was joking, and in a few seconds (one; two; three) she'd chuckle a little and mess up his hair and say "I was only joking darling, I love you very much and that's that." Of course, she never did. He was left wondering what she was saying as his breath hitched in his throat.

          "I-I just can't bear this- living with a child like... you. Everyone thinks you're hellspawn, an alien, a monster. I-I am even starting to believe it. I need to go." She continued to stare out to sea, the wind picking up the sand and dancing with it, the sea picking up a storm.

          "But mommy. I love you..." Drops of sea-water etched down his cheeks, tinging his skin redder than sunburn. "I thought you loved me... I really did. When the kids made fun of me you said I was just 'gods little miracle'. Right? This is a joke... r-right?" He tried to rest his head on her shoulder, but she pushed him away.

          "I'm sorry. But I can't-t deal with this. This is a good-bye. A good-bye forever, my son." Shellshocked, he sat in the sand, eyes still crying, as she stood up and slowly walked along the pier in slow, careful steps. The wind seemed to slap his face, his eyes were raw-red, and the beach didn't seem so gentle. She swung a small chain around her back, walked to the edge. What is she doing? She tied the chain around her ankles, exhaled, and dived in, her body out of sight. All he could do was scream, and scream and scream and...


          Ryo blamed himself for his mothers death entirely; his temperament changed as soon as he woke up in the hospital, his throat bleeding from extreme overuse. It probably changed the second Kyoko's body touched the ice-cold water. Perhaps when she admitted she did not entirely love him. However, it changed. Beforehand, Ryo was probably the calmest, most intelligent little boy you'd ever meet. However, after she died he grew into the monster he thought himself to be; angry, hot-headed and unemotional, perhaps this explains his temperament. His father, Higuichi Hayashi- had died before he had been born, and so he lived with his grandmother and grandfather on his father's side, zodiac-fanatics who see something (special) in the angry boy with the mesmerising blue eyes.

          Shunned by his peers, even before his change of personality, Ryo was always the target of ("hey, pretty boy!", "blue-eyed little demon"), but he always accepted it with a sort of resilience. After his mothers death, he took insults personally, threatening to kill, kicking and punching people who called him names was the quickest way to get them to leave him alone. The boy had found his solace in bruised fists and cyanide comments. Kindness was a rarity, even today he immediately expects people to hate him. He remembers the first day in middle school when a girl simply asked him "What's your name?" with a smile he had only seen reserved for others and he was so shocked he didn't reply- one of his regrets, of course. He falls easy and he falls hard.

          The only people he shows his former self to are Uke and Ryuga Hayashi, his grandparents. He does seem like a different person altogether around them, his temper is much more controlled. He truly loves his grandparents, and he knows his father loved him too.

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So begins...

Ryo Hayashi's Story

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Another day, another year ahead of her. Yoko was looking forward to her first day at the academy in Skiya. She had heard good things from it and now that she was a 3rd year, maybe she would get some respect. Well, she already had a lot of respect but she could always use more. The 4'7" girl hopped out of her bed and stretched ready to get herself dressed and preped for the day.

She could already smell the food coming from down the stairs. Her mother worked from home while her father was out the house most of the day. She was use to it by now. She opened her closet and pulled out a lovely sky blue dress. Quite fitting for the first day, but if anyone got the wrong idea, she'd pound them. She placed her hair into two flowing tails and began to put on a bit of make up. She had often had dreams about the gods telling her about what was destined for not only her but the rest like her. She knew they would be there today. She didn't live too far from it, so she was able to move her things into her new dorm room.

Since her birth, the gods had always spoke to her, just like the others. They foretold the stories of her past lives. All in detail. She was conflicted, angry and saddened. Was this what the previous zodiac was like. She promised them that she wouldn't allow failure ever again. She was a woman of her word. If she would encounter the zodiacs today, she would surely give them a piece of her mind; nice or angry.

She hurried down the stairs and kissed her mothers cheek before eating with her. Her parents didn't know what she was capable of. She was quite well and keeping it secret too. Once she finished up, she grabbed her bag and began to head out the door. She took this time to be by herself and practice her lightning. She could see the light sparks forming in her hands. It was beautiful. Almost like a dream. She still couldn't believe that she was capable of such a thing. She hummed and began to stroll down the path to the academy. She could already see some students in the courtyard. She found a nice bench to sit at and sighed slightly. "Well, first day better be filled with good impressions."

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Katsu lay under the covers of her bed just a lump under the covers. She had been awake for over an hour, awoken by another nightmare of that terrible night.



So much crying.

A woman holding a child ran by.

How could you?!

You're killing us!


Katsu shot out of bed, throwing the sheets away. Shaky deep breaths racked her body and slouched.

The guilt never went away. Never stopped. It tore Katsu apart and the only thing keeping her together was the idea of Skyia. Maybe there she'd get....something. Not revenge, just....justice.

Sighing she stood and shuffled towards her clothes. She had decided long ago that a shower wasn't worth it. Putting on a plane gray button up and jeans Katsu grabbed her bag and made her way down the hall. Her brother was already awake and waved as he entered his own room.

In the kitchen there sat a plate of food with a note. Katsu picked it up with dread in her heart.

Kat. Gone to the store. Sorry I can't be there when you leave. -♡Mom

Eyebrows wrinkling Katsu tossed the note and scrapped the food away. She didn't feel like eating today.

Her mom didn't know about her past life and Katsu would have it stay that way. She didn't want her to know about what she did.

Yelling a final goodbye to her brother Katsu left the house and began to slow trek to the Academy. What she'd find there, she really had no idea.

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Gerard knew nothing of the others, other than the vague, haunting memories. "Cancer, they called me." He recalled the horrors of his confrontation with Capricorn, he shuddered. He could not imagine swallowing mother person, then again he deserved to die. He killed Libra, for no reason. Speaking Of Libra Gerard was dying to meet her, he had always felt strongly for her. He was deep in thought now as he had been last night, as a result he hardly got any sleep. He rose, being a senior he would only be in the academy for a year but he would take advantage of it fully. While he didn't really plan to have a plan to make friends he did want a sparring partner. Gerard had trained most of his life, his parents thought he simply wanted to defend himself, not that he was the reincarnation of Cancer.

A gentle knock on his door shook him out of his thought cloud. "Gerard honey, you'll be late for class if you don't hurry up." He smiled softly opening the door. "Okay mom, I'm ready." He walked out grabbing his bag and a case holding his spears. He hugged his mom, grabbed his lunch and made his way out the door. "I love you son." He nodded, he loved her as well she did her best for a single mother and he appreciated it all. He walked out on his way to school.

It took him an hour to get there on foot but he didn't care he rather walk than drive at the moment so he could work out his thoughts and worries. He played with his fingers turning them to steel and back again several times until he lost his breath. It was hard for him to change so rapidly but he used these quiet times to exercise his ability. It wasn't long before he reached his school, "Early guess I'll just hang about."

He got his schedule and decided to head straight for his home room. Upon arriving he noticed he wasn't alone and slunk into a desk in the back corner. He looked out the window, and saw her sitting on a bench. He suddenly stood and walked outside. Particularly bold on his part he walked up to her. "Uh hey, I'm Gerard. Mind if I sit?"

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I'm a lovable asshole.

The winds whirled around two figures, a knife glistened in one of their hands. The moon behind them was full, and it held a bloody-crimson glow, foreboding the horror to come. The two figures seemed to be arguing, the one wielding a blade had backed the other against a wall. The one with deadly intent in his red glowing eyes shouted.

"Love me like I love you! I'd destroy anything, I'd murder nations for you! Why. . . Why don't you love me?"
He hunched over sobbing a bit. Then he jerked back up, swaying and stumbling a bit as he did, then he stared at her, his eyes full of a terrifying light. He sauntered towards her, like a broken machine doll on a loop. Step, shake, step. The woman shook her head, tears running down her face silently.

"You're mad. I could never." She cut herself off and looked away. This enraged the man, he charged her, screaming and stabbing, over and over. Showing no mercy at all as he stabbed, cutting flesh, mutilating as he did. Blood stained the earth and even the red moon seemed white. Dropping the knife and looking down, the man fell to his knees, clutching the woman in his arms, shaking and moving her hair with trembling hands.

"Why. . . Wh-what am I?"

Eisaku opened his eyes screaming and clawing at his face and eyes. Crying, he wiped his eyes and clutched his sleeping bag as he swung his legs over the side of his hammock. Today's the day, stiff upper lip. Then with a nod, Eisaku grabbed his hoodie, put on his skinny jeans and Converse and headed out of the apartment.

He had always felt different. He knew what he was. He was a Zodiac, Capricorn. Murderer. A man's voice in his head echoed over and over. Murderer. Shaking his head and crying again as he rubbed his eyes with the large cuffs of his hoodie he tried desperately to tune it out. Then as he walked he thought to himself, would the others today know? Would they hate him right off the bat? Maybe they wouldn't know who he was. Oh shit! What if they asked for your sign or something weird? I'm so fucked.

Eisaku walked slowly around the bend and boarded the bus to take him to Starry Sky Academy. Sounded like a pain, a pain for him. People he didn't know. People who would judge him, people who would hate him. He knew he wasn't any good. He had considered suicide on many occasions, however the thought of a woman always stopped him. That and his own voice, was it his? Inside him. A scary, raspy, version of his voice that dared him to submit to his dark desires.

Eisaku wasn't ready to give into that just yet.


Eisaku stepped off the bus and saw the Academy. He gasped a bit and stood on his tiptoes to get a look. With a whistle he smirked, don't let them know you're dying inside. Don't let them know you hurt. Don't let them know you cry yourself through the day. Don't let them see your flaws. Don't let them see you. He stepped into his homeroom, sat down in the back, and he repeated his mantra over and over again.

Terrified and excited all at once.

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It's difficult to convince your parents that you're a devout member of a certain faith when you were brought up by voices that disprove that very faith. But, much like the others, Apis had to wear a mask of a certain degree in front of them, because to leave them ignorant was to protect them. Every morning his parents would go over the Sunni Islam creed with him, including reciting pieces from the six pillars of Iman, and each morning Apis would nod along and recite with them even though he knew there was no one, true God.

In fact, there were several.

They were the ones that created him, along with the others.

They were the ones that forced their creations into a council.

They were the ones that stood idly by as their creations descended on each other.

They were the ones who shamed their creations, ignoring their own lack of control.

Apis was certain in his belief that if the Gods had actually provided them direction, instead of leaving them with a responsibility and their own devices, that the need to retire the council for several thousand years and them grant them life again for a 'second chance' wasn't a necessary one. But regardless, the past was the past. They all did wrong by each other or by their followers. Apis himself had been tricked into selling his own people into slavery, but he had a long time to forgive and forget. And he had done just that. There was no use for age-old grudges, especially not in this new life. But he refused to be fooled again.

He would have to be wary, naturally, as he always had been wary, but this time he would have to keep a close eye on the others. Regardless of his trust being hard to earn, when it was earned, it was very much so worth it. There's no denying the value of his allegiance. A fierce determination and powerful control of self are often sought after in an individual. If he had his way, he'd be able to ally with all of the others, but that is one thing he doesn't have faith in. There are always some cogs in the machine that just don't turn the way you'd like them to.

After the routine with his parents, the three of them embraced and Apis set out for the academy, idly raising a hand to tug at the bit of hair that fell in front of his face. This was a habit he did often as he became lost in thought, one that had carried over from his previous life. Perhaps some of the others would be keen to pick up on it. He almost hoped so. It's nice to feel remembered. At least, it is for the good things.

He took the bus, and so it seemed, so did some of the others. Not that he was aware of it at the time, but still, he would later suppose that it was some sort of cosmic irony. Perhaps even intentional. Regardless, he didn't interact with anybody for the ride, and he didn't interact with anybody else after the ride, not even the two he saw by a particular bench, which he would later come to realize were another pair of Zodiacs. Funny how that works out sometimes. The thing is, however.

He probably wouldn't have spoken to any of them even if he had known.

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Yoko began to go through her phone and wonder. She hadn't met her roommate yet but through their messages she could tell they would be great friends. She wondered if she even had classes with her. She smiled slightly before noticing someone walking towards her. She raised her head from her dim screen and glared slightly. Oddly enough she felt she had met this person before.

"Um... Sure?" She said while rubbing her neck. "I mean, it's not my bench and all." She then looked at the time and quickly shot up. "Actually I need to get to class so. Goodbye." She said while walking away. She wondered why that guy seemed familiar. It was almost as if she had met him before.

She sighed and walked down the hall observing the people as usual. Man this school was so crowded all of the time. It was annoying and kind of exciting at the same time. She didn't have many friends nor did she intend on making a million of them. Many of them follow her on various social medias so I guess that counts to some standard.

Once she approached her first class, she opened the door and smiled to a few people before going to a seat and siting down. Now all she had to do was survive the first day without someone getting on her nerves and everything would be peachy. Hopefully.